Chapter 41The endearment, the tone of false comfort—it was worse than violence. Violence, at least, was honest.This mockery of care, this pretense of gentleness from the monster who had destroyed everything Caelum had ever loved, made bile rise in his throat.But the sedative was already coursing through his veins, turning his limbs to lead and his thoughts to honey. His body went limp against Velis's chest, strength fleeing like water through cupped hands. Yet still the vampire lord held him, one arm supporting his shoulders while the other continued its careful work.Through the gathering haze of drug-induced stupor, questions bur
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